The president tames his wife and loves him deeply

Chapter 65 Another Cup?
Lan Shan's complexion was subtle.

He muttered in a low voice, "I gave up my life to accompany Mr. Lu", closed my eyes, gritted my teeth, and downed half of the glass.

Who knew that drinking too quickly would make it even more uncomfortable.

The whole throat and mouth are full of strong ginger smell, the little face is flushed, and he can't stop coughing.

It seems that Mr. Lu's gentle treatment is really not something ordinary people can bear.

Decliningly complained incessantly.

With her head lowered, her red lips resting on the rim of the cup, she dawdled, thinking about how to get rid of this thing silently later.

However, the man was standing at the head of the bed.

The slender body cast a shadow, even if Lu Suiran didn't speak, Lanshan still felt the pressure.

She raised her eyes and smiled slightly: "You seem to have drenched a bit just now, do you want to take a shower first?"

"Is that how you like the bathroom?"

Lu Suiran pursed his lips and looked down at her.

As far as this evening is concerned, this woman has asked her to take a bath for the second time.

I am at a loss for words.

I just want to pour ginger soup, why is it so difficult?

Xiumei couldn't help wrinkling slightly.

However, looking back, as far as Mr. Lu's ginger soup level is concerned, even she is like this, basically no one can bear it.

Even that favorite, I'm afraid Lu Suiran never took care of him himself.

Lan Shan thought about it, and the corners of her mouth could not help but slightly rise.

She looked at Lu Suiran, held back a smile that was about to be uncontrollable, and raised the cup of ginger soup to the man's eyes, "Or, you can also drink some to get rid of the cold."

Lu Suiran lowered his eyes, his face pale and almost expressionless.

Lan Shan earnestly and persuasively said, "It's the first time I've had such warm ginger soup since I've grown up so much, you should try it too."

The lights coated each other's faces with a layer of warm color.

The atmosphere was gentle and quiet, even the smiling woman had warmth in her eyes.

Lu Suiran didn't speak.

Lan Shan just took it as her acquiescence.

Holding the ginger soup to his lips, the rim of the cup tilted slightly, watching the man's thin lips slightly open, and the dark brown liquid flowed into his mouth.

A little bit on the lips, the color is extremely seductive.

Lan Shan unconsciously licked the corner of her lips.

Lu Suiran's eyes dimmed, his slender and clean hand had already grasped her wrist, and pushed it away.

Without changing his face, he swallowed the ginger soup in his mouth.

He asked her lightly, "Another cup?"

Lan Shan's expression froze.

Fei Rude put the cup on the bedside table, covered himself with the quilt, "Don't bother, I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

It's deadly.

Mr. Lu was so calm after drinking.

Could it be that she is too accepting and incompetent?
Lan Shan was thinking.

"Is it okay to sleep?"

The man suddenly stretched out his hand and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, his slender fingers curled slightly, white as jade.

Lan Shan rubbed her eyes, "Say... it's better when you're sleeping."

"Ok?"

Lu Suiran picked up the ending slightly, took off his white shirt and threw it aside.

The corners of Lan Shan's eyes were slightly red, and she had only been moaning under the pressure before, so she really didn't have a chance to take a good look at Mr. Lu from top to bottom.

His eyes moved inch by inch, and the more he watched, the faster his heart beat.

She suddenly felt the throbbing feeling of a teenage girl Huaichun.

Lu Suiran walked towards her, his thin lips slightly hooked, and leaned closer, with a faint mint fragrance, fresh and indifferent filled the tip of his nose.

Lan Shan unconsciously grabbed the corner of the quilt.

"Give me the bathrobe."

Lu Suiran spoke, his eyes were dark like ink, and his face was completely serious.

"..."

Lan Shan got hotheaded for a moment, then grabbed a clean bathrobe and handed it to him.

The man put a snow-white bathrobe on his arm, glanced at her with a half-smile, and strode into the bathroom.

He didn't speak.

Lan Shan can also interpret it automatically and accurately: Think I want to sleep with you?

What about dreaming?
The sound of water inside turned.

In the washroom separated by glass and curtains, as long as Lan Shan reaches out to pick it up, he can see the naked Mr. Lu.

However, just the moment he approached.

Lan Shan's heart beat fast.

She grabbed the corner of the quilt, her small face wrinkled into a circle.

Can't help but want to chew on the quilt——

……

Most of the night.

Lanshan was tormented by her aunt desperately, and was beaten again by Mr. Lu.

Sleepiness is completely gone.

He simply leaned against the head of the bed and recited the new lines.

She is considered a talented person, but the most indispensable thing in this world is talent. She entered the industry late, and there are not many good opportunities.

Every time she meets a better character, Lan Shan thinks about it for a long time.

Repeatedly thought through those two lines that were not many at all.

It is not a good thing to untie yourself occasionally, and to be slow.

At least, there is time to craft every character.

But look at the goddess Qin who is more popular than the other, Meimei standing beside Mr. Lu with a sweet smile, and Lanshan's calmness is not enough.

She was thinking wildly.

I vaguely feel that the water in the bathroom is intermittent.

Almost half an hour, right?
Why hasn't Mr. Lu come out yet?

Lan Shan has two things in one mind. Tonight's situation, she obviously can't see it very well, so she repeatedly flipped through the two pages to be photographed tomorrow.

Try not to let yourself think about Mr. Lu.

Men are a disaster...

Lan Shan sighed lightly.

Forcibly turning her attention to work, the heroine's lines in the later stage are more explosive than those in her teenage years.

At least not white lotus.

Otherwise, when Lan Shan acted, wouldn't she know that many people would scold her for being pretentious?

From childhood to Qianfan's life, most of them were hurt, Lanshan read it several times, and slowly brewed a little emotion.

Lu Suiran approached with a fresh breath after bathing.

When Lan Shan raised her eyes to look at him, there was still a tenderness in her eyes that had not had time to dissipate.

The man's complexion is light, and there is a slight curvature on the corner of his lips.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"immediately."

Lan Shan hugged the script book and adjusted her mood, "I'll go to sleep after reading it again."

Her voice was soft.

It may be because I just entered the mood of the heroine, and I haven't adjusted it all at once.

Lu Suiran was wearing a snow-white bathrobe, lifted the quilt, and lay on the other side of the big bed, with a calm and beautiful profile.

Lan Shan lay beside his pillow.

Suddenly, I feel that this world is actually quite magical.

The person who hated her so much in the first place lay beside her after nightfall, sleeping peacefully.

He was so close to her.

Even the breath on her body was stained with the smell of her usual body wash.

Well, this is her person.

Lan Shan looked at her sideways, and her fingers paused on the page of the script book.

It feels like I just remembered those things, but I have completely forgotten them.

Lu Suiran stood up slightly, stretching his long arms around her waist.

With a "snap", the bedside lamp was turned off.

Lan Shan put down the script book resentfully, and buried herself in the quilt.

Men are far away from her.

The empty space in the middle of the big bed is more than enough to sleep two more people.

She silently turned off the air conditioner.

Moved to Lu Suiran's side...

The quilt in the hotel was very thin. She lowered her breath and listened quietly to the man's voice to judge whether he was asleep.

As a result, it didn't take long for the warmth in the room to dissipate.

In addition to the noisy stomach, Lanshan's limbs were cold, and it was too cold to be squeezed by the heat source around her.

Lu Suiran didn't seem to respond.

Only the hand that is being lowered is put out.

Lan Shan paused, not daring to move anymore.

After turning off the air conditioner, not only did it have no effect at all, it made Mr. Lu get cold and approach her actively.

On the contrary, she almost froze herself to death.

After moving and moving, Lan Shan finally got close to Lu Suiran, turned her body sideways, and the little bird was sleeping beside him comfortably.

He muttered a little guilty, "It's raining at night, it's really cold."

"If you turn on the air conditioner, it will be colder."

The man's voice is slightly hoarse.

It is a unique three-point mist when resting in bed.

Lan Shan kicked the remote control of the air conditioner next to the bed out of the bed, and said in a dazed way: "The air conditioner in this hotel is up and down, I'll find the front desk tomorrow."

She was gentle and soft; "I'm wronged that Mr. Lu used me as a heater tonight."

Lan Shan opened her arms, as if to hold someone in her arms.

Lu Suiran pushed her hand away from his chest, "Are you sure it's not the ice cube swelling service?"

Lan Shan: "..."

It's almost impossible to live, isn't it?
She was silent for a while.

I couldn't help muttering to myself softly: "There is a reason why you have been single until now."

"what?"

Lu Suiran's voice was low.

Lan Shan was taken aback.

Her voice just now barely escaped her mouth. Mr. Lu's sensitivity is simply amazing.

Lan Shan intends to pretend to be asleep and get away with it.

"Tell me, why?"

Lu Suiran's hand brushed her cheek, and his warm fingers pinched her Bai Ze's small right earlobe.

"Don't~"

Lan Shan gasped.

Almost all the crew's money was spent on the hero and heroine, she was extra for no reason, and the costumes had to be resized, all of which was okay.

It's the accessories, and the hairpin earrings, all of which are as cheap as possible.

Lanshan is not afraid of suffering, but this natural lady has a very delicate body, and it is easy to get inflammation if she hangs it.

It hurts to death.

"You are filming a martial arts scene, and your ears are useless?"

Mr. Lu didn't use much force on his body, just a light pinch.

This woman is usually not very squeamish, but when she came to him, she was very squeamish and squeamish.

"Yes."

Lan Shan was also aggrieved, "I didn't see what Mr. Lu said just now."

She leaned over and whispered softly into the man's ear.

In the dim night, I could vaguely see the man frowning and avoiding.

Lan Shan still smelled of the ginger soup just now.

But Lu Suiran was completely gone.

Is it possible that I have been in the bathroom for so long... just to get rid of the smell?
Lan Shan sweated slightly, and said with a light smile, "You really want to hear it?"

Lu Suiran flexed his fingers and flicked her earlobe lightly.

Not painful, but a little itchy.

Lan Shan said: "When I was drinking that cup of ginger soup, I was thinking that I must live forever with this man."

Lu Suiran's voice was dark: "How to say?"

Lan Shan's tone was sincere: "If I don't live a good life with you, I guess you will die alone forever."

She said: "Mr. Lu, the ginger soup you make is really terrible... I have never seen it in my life."

(End of this chapter)